fire-blowing angels

carrying blither torches of love
traversing
a dead cold

barren world

touching

holding

helping

lives

who've searched

frantically everywhere

churches

religions

friends

family

for answers

searched everywhere

but themselves

they've come to move us

to undergo transmission

from one space

to another

decorators of subtle souls

high priests of false hopes

king sun

you're sliding out of place--

there so much trouble

iamnotyours